I did the “thingy” that skinny people are supposed to do yesterday. Fidget, stand up a lot, walk about and generally not sit down and relax. What did I get out of the whole adventure while not overeating (although I probably have a magic food eye that grossly underestimates the calories I eat)? A ½ pound weight gain for my efforts, isn’t that just grand? I also stuck to turkey slices for lunch along with a banana and some pecans with cranberries. Okay the cranberries probably had some organic cane juice sweetener that added too many calories as well.
Really, I should just get my mouth wired shut and call it good. As long as I have to eat food to survive, I will be struggling not to overeat, eat the wrong thing and in general screw up any nutritional plan I thought I had for myself. I am a food addict. There I said it. It is just as bad as an alcoholic except I can’t abstain from eating food.
I suspect at times I have the same problem that Oprah claimed to have with her thyroid. Maybe I have a problematic thyroid that causes me to gain weight. Then reality rears its ugly little head and I realize, I am just an overeating, famine ready machine.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Part Time Vegetarian? Not!
What is it with the hop-on-board vegetarians? I have a dysfunctional girlfriend who tries to replicate the lifestyle of each guy she is with while bitching the whole time. I guess the bitching is just a bonus to the complaints she makes about the guy not caring about her life. ‘scuse me? How would he know as she doesn’t live her life but a smaller dysfunctional version of his life? Anyway back to the part-time vegetarian thing.
We are in a restaurant ordering lunch. She makes a big deal out of nothing on the menu being vegetarian friendly. Note to the readers, I went vegetarian for more than 3-years until my meat-eater voice became too large to ignore and now my waist line is expanding along with the meat eating. It is not like I don’t understand the challenges of not eating something with a face but I never felt the need to broadcast it to the waiter. It was always fairly simple to customize some dish on the menu to satisfy my vegetarian choice. In any case, my DGF (dysfunctional girlfriend) is going on and on about the menu not having anything on it she can order. And then she orders the chicken pasta menu item. DGF blithely shares with the waiter that sometimes she eats chicken (or bacon or cheese or milk products in my experience). What the hell? I can see it in the waiter’s eyes that he really doesn’t care what she orders and long as she orders.
DGF never misses a chance to lecture me about her vegetarianism, how hard it is and without skipping a breath, bitching about the boyfriend’s style of eating. How it gives her gas or the poopies or something else I don’t care to hear about. Argh, I know it is better to just not pick up those cell phone calls from DGF but some self-inflicting misery bot in my brain can’t help itself. Okay back to subject.
You are not a vegetarian if you eat meat. That includes chicken, fish, bacon (really it is a pig product) or any other animal meat. Yeah, I know there are many levels of vegetarianism but this is pointed at my DGF. And while we are at it, don’t be a hypocrite by wearing leather or fur coats unless you are doing it purely for the health benefit. Okay that is enough off my generous chest for now.
We are in a restaurant ordering lunch. She makes a big deal out of nothing on the menu being vegetarian friendly. Note to the readers, I went vegetarian for more than 3-years until my meat-eater voice became too large to ignore and now my waist line is expanding along with the meat eating. It is not like I don’t understand the challenges of not eating something with a face but I never felt the need to broadcast it to the waiter. It was always fairly simple to customize some dish on the menu to satisfy my vegetarian choice. In any case, my DGF (dysfunctional girlfriend) is going on and on about the menu not having anything on it she can order. And then she orders the chicken pasta menu item. DGF blithely shares with the waiter that sometimes she eats chicken (or bacon or cheese or milk products in my experience). What the hell? I can see it in the waiter’s eyes that he really doesn’t care what she orders and long as she orders.
DGF never misses a chance to lecture me about her vegetarianism, how hard it is and without skipping a breath, bitching about the boyfriend’s style of eating. How it gives her gas or the poopies or something else I don’t care to hear about. Argh, I know it is better to just not pick up those cell phone calls from DGF but some self-inflicting misery bot in my brain can’t help itself. Okay back to subject.
You are not a vegetarian if you eat meat. That includes chicken, fish, bacon (really it is a pig product) or any other animal meat. Yeah, I know there are many levels of vegetarianism but this is pointed at my DGF. And while we are at it, don’t be a hypocrite by wearing leather or fur coats unless you are doing it purely for the health benefit. Okay that is enough off my generous chest for now.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Kickboxing or Kicking the Scale
It is another day, another workout, and another chance to follow good eating habits. What a great way to start the day… kickboxing my frustrations away while toning my abs, arms and legs at oh-god-thirty in the am. Breakfast with a perfectly great flax cereal topped with a little almond milk (yeah, no dairy for me unless I want my arthritis to kick up and my face to breakout).
Side note from my esthetician to you, milk (from any critter) is a mucus based substance that does nothing for you other than to snot up your system, clog up your pores and creep into your aching joints.
Now back to me and my battle with the scale. It popped me again this morning with a ½ lb. weight gain after having slept in yesterday and doing a pitiful workout last night. Not drinking wine, not having dairy, cutting a lot of processed carbs and still it has the gall to spank me. At the ripe old age of 45+ something, I am at the point in my life where I can barely hold my own with exercise and diet. Okay really, I am not holding my own as the pounds are starting to accumulate on my hips and thighs again. Background… I had lost about 60 lbs. during the course of a divorce and I’ve managed to keep off half of that amount. It was a lot easier while I owned the fitness kickboxing facility and taught about 10 – 12 classes a week (yes, I said a week). And I was still just holding my own at 194 lbs.
SCREAM, I guess the only solution is to quit eating that addictive substance called food, exercise every waking hour and have no life before I drop dead. That just does not sound fun to me at all. Thank the gods that I love to exercise. Yes, you read that right. I am a freak about exercise and trying new things and reading all the magazines. I just don’t want to spend all my free time exercising with a growly hungry stomach. Meet the ultimate famine survival machine, my body.
Side note from my esthetician to you, milk (from any critter) is a mucus based substance that does nothing for you other than to snot up your system, clog up your pores and creep into your aching joints.
Now back to me and my battle with the scale. It popped me again this morning with a ½ lb. weight gain after having slept in yesterday and doing a pitiful workout last night. Not drinking wine, not having dairy, cutting a lot of processed carbs and still it has the gall to spank me. At the ripe old age of 45+ something, I am at the point in my life where I can barely hold my own with exercise and diet. Okay really, I am not holding my own as the pounds are starting to accumulate on my hips and thighs again. Background… I had lost about 60 lbs. during the course of a divorce and I’ve managed to keep off half of that amount. It was a lot easier while I owned the fitness kickboxing facility and taught about 10 – 12 classes a week (yes, I said a week). And I was still just holding my own at 194 lbs.
SCREAM, I guess the only solution is to quit eating that addictive substance called food, exercise every waking hour and have no life before I drop dead. That just does not sound fun to me at all. Thank the gods that I love to exercise. Yes, you read that right. I am a freak about exercise and trying new things and reading all the magazines. I just don’t want to spend all my free time exercising with a growly hungry stomach. Meet the ultimate famine survival machine, my body.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Biggest Loser
Last night I tuned into watch the Biggest Loser and got my kick start for the umpteenth time. And then the morning alarm went off, gods 4:50 am. I struggled out of bed yet again and stumbled into the bathroom to get dressed for my workout. The scale smacks me upside the head with a 1/2 pound weight gain for working out with weights yesterday. Greeeeeeaaaaat. Thank goodness my boyfriend loves me enough to build out a workout room just for me so it is only a couple minutes to trip down the hallway to where my workout awaits. Treadmill or DVD? I can't function enough to press the buttons for the DVD player so treadmill it is. It is a battle to get my legs walking fast enough so I have to hold on or lose out to the tread moving too fast (and it ain't fast folks, 2.4 mph) but I pump up the incline to a whopping 5. After 15-minutes it is back into the house to hit the restroom as my body has finally woken up. Back to the workout to lift some weights and do crunches. A few lawn-mower pulls along with my side lunges and it is time to get ready for work. I didn't sweat enough to justify a shower so into my clothes I go. A cup of tea, kiss from the boyfriend and off to my 45-minute commute. If I could workout for the 1 1/2 hours I spend commuting I would be at a "normal" weight. As it is I am at a morbidly obese weight according to the charts, 222.5 lbs on a 5’2” frame. AND I WORK OUT 5 – 6 DAYS A WEEK. My doctor said it right, “You are the healthiest fat woman I have examined.” Wonderful but that sentiment won’t get me into those size 10 (yes I am a realist) jeans or that cool little pencil skirt. That’s all for today, I actually need to get some work done to make some money so I can do it all over again tomorrow. Sigh, when is that melt the fat and build muscle pill coming out anyway?
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